CHAPTER EIGHT: MELISSA’S PROJECT
Melissa met
Eric
en route to the dormitory on Thursday afternoon. “You know, Eric, in
addition to my school work here at the University, I also have a
project to do at the Libertarian Temple.” she explained.
Eric
interrupted.
“I see Rebecca over there, about to head home. Follow me, I want to
explain something to her.” he said.
They walked
fast
and caught up. “Rebecca,” Eric said. She turned around. “Listen, I just
wanted to explain, um, Melissa told me about how people talk in code,
especially women, and um, let’s just say that if I had understood what
you meant at Zachary’s party, things would have turned out
differently.” he said.
“Oh.”
Rebecca
said. “Melissa taught you something about the subtle signals we use.
Very good.”
“That’s not
all
she taught me.” he grinned.
“Oh, it’s
not?”
Rebecca said. Melissa turned bright red.
Eric
observed,
“See, now I’m talking in code, too.”
Rebecca
laughed.
“Well, I’m glad to see you’re learning.” She got into her car as they
left.
Melissa and
Eric
walked to Piermont Hall. “You had to do that, didn’t you?” Melissa
chuckled, and continued, “Anyway, I have a social service project to
do. The idea is to do something make the world a better place, without
appealing to the government for help. I think the problem cannot be
solved by the government, but can be solved by volunteers.”
Eric asked,
“You
mean, like, guys who aren’t having any luck getting laid?”
Melissa
nodded,
“Exactly.”
“And just
how,
exactly, do you plan to solve this problem? Do you plan to give every
suffering guy the same treat you gave me?” Eric asked.
Melissa
answered,
“Well, I just don’t know that part yet. No, I’m not going to give it to
everybody. I think I’ll have to discuss this with the rabbi and the
other students at the Libertarian Temple. I have to be there at 18:00
tonight. Would you like to go there, and maybe check it out?”
“Where is
it?”
Eric asked.
Melissa
replied,
“It’s in Sacraleena. It’s really easy to get to. At the eastern end of
the campus, you take South Capitol Street north, cross the South
Capitol Street Bridge over the Missouri River into Sacraleena, and it’s
up ahead on the right about two kilometers at South Thirteenth and
South Capitol. There’s a sign.”
“Yes, I’ll
go. I
don’t plan on becoming a Libertarian, but I can check it out.” Eric
agreed.
Eric
returned to
Piermont and put on his jacket and walking shoes, and went outside. It
was 15:05 and sunny, 16º Celsius. He walked across the campus and
headed north on South Capitol Street. Up ahead in the distance, the
West Dakota State Capitol could be seen.
At 16:10,
Eric
arrived at the corner of South Capitol Street and River Street in
Talleyville, and pressed the button for the crosswalk light. When the
light changed, he got the ‘WALK’ signal, and crossed River Street to
arrive at the South Capitol Street Bridge. He started across, looking
over the railing at the Riverbank Parkway traffic below, and then the
Missouri River.
The South
Capitol
Street Bridge had two lanes in each direction, and a raised concrete
barrier for a median. Street lights towered over the roadway.
At 16:18, a
light
brown police car passed Eric, heading into Sacraleena. “TALLEYVILLE
POLICE” it said in black letters. At 16:20, Eric arrived at a sign that
read, “ENTERING SACRALEENA, SACRALEENA COUNTY.” After passing the sign,
he looked back, across the roadway, to see another sign, facing the
southbound traffic, reading, “ENTERING TALLEYVILLE, TALLEY COUNTY.”
Eric stopped
to
look around. Below, boats plied the Missouri River. Birds flew by, some
resting on the street lights. A metal disk embedded in the sidewalk
pavement caught his eye. He took a closer look. “COUNTY LINE” it said
in incused letters, around a small dot in the center. He put his foot
on it. Some of his toes were in Talley County, some in Sacraleena
County. All the city and county ordinances began and ended at that
point.
Eric
continued
north, the State Capitol looming larger now. He got to the Sacraleena
side. On the right, past a large lawn, was an old building with bars on
the windows. The sign at the driveway entrance read, “WEST DAKOTA
DEPARTMENT OF CORRECTIONS, STATE PRISON AT SACRALEENA.” The street sign
marked the corner of South 25th and South Capitol Streets.
Eric looked
at
the
vehicles in the parking lot. From the sidewalk, he could read the
inscriptions, “PRISONER TRANSPORT” on the vehicles. The license plates
read, “WEST DAKOTA,” a registration number, and “CORRECTIONS.” Near the
building entrance, a flagpole stood, bearing two flags: the U.S. flag
above and the West Dakota flag below it.
After
another
three blocks, Eric arrived at a more elegant building. The sign read,
“WEST DAKOTA SUPREME COURT.” The building occupied the entire city
block from South 22nd to South 21st Street, and from South Capitol
Street on the west to South Brookings Street on the east. The U.S. flag
and the West Dakota flag flew on separate flagpoles. Eric crossed South
21st Street. It was 16:40, and he was eight blocks from his destination.
Various
retail
stores lined both sides of the street in the next block. Some of the
buildings had apartments on the upper floors. At 16:42, Eric pressed
the button for the crosswalk light. When he got the ‘WALK’ signal, he
crossed South 20th Street.
Across South
Capitol Street stood another government building. The sign was
embellished with the West Dakota state seal. “WEST DAKOTA STATE POLICE,
TROOP F” the sign said. The area behind the building was surrounded by
a high, chain-link fence. Eight marked police cruisers were parked
nearby. The building and grounds occupied the entire block, from South
20th Street to South 19th Street and from South Capitol Street on the
east to South Burbank Street on the west.
On Eric’s
side
of
South Capitol Street stood numerous commercial buildings and a bank. He
passed one three-story government building. “1945 SOUTH CAPITOL STREET,
WEST DAKOTA DEPARTMENT OF LIQUOR ENFORCEMENT.” the sign said. Just
north of that building, a walkway led to a parking lot behind the
buildings, on the South Brookings Street side of the block.
Between
South
17th
and South 16th, on the right, was a modern building, four stories tall,
with a large parking lot in the rear and a small parking lot in front.
“GOVERNOR NEHEMIAH G. ORDWAY BUILDING, WEST DAKOTA DEPARTMENT OF
REVENUE” the sign said. In smaller letters, it said, “1675 SOUTH
CAPITOL STREET.” Eric turned to look at the building. Flags flew from
three flagpoles: The U.S. flag on the left, the West Dakota flag in the
center, and the West Dakota Department of Revenue flag on the right.
Five cars parked in the front parking lot bore escutcheons of the
Department of Revenue on their doors. Front license plates read, “WEST
DAKOTA,” a registration number, and “STATE VEHICLE.”
Between
South
15th
and South 14th was a school building on the right. At the corner of
South 15th and South Capitol, a large sign hung overhead, supported by
a metal pole. The sign had flashing yellow lights. “CROSSWALK AHEAD,
STATE SCHOOL FOR THE BLIND” it said. Half a block ahead, another sign
support held up two signs overhanging the northbound traffic. Both were
embellished with flashing yellow lights. “CROSSWALK, STATE SCHOOL FOR
THE BLIND,” one said. “YIELD TO PEDESTRIAN IN CROSSWALK,” said the
other.
Eric
continued
strolling north. It was 16:57 when he arrived at the corner of South
13th and South Capitol Streets. A building across 13th Street bore a
sign, “LIBERTARIAN TEMPLE OF SACRALEENA.” In smaller letters, “5002
SOUTH 13TH STREET.”
Eric looked
to
the
east and west. A sign on the building at 5007 South 13th Street told
him it was a deli, so he strolled in, ordered a roast beef and Swiss
cheese sandwich on rye bread, and sat down.
HOME PAGE
CHAPTER ONE:
THE PARKING LOT
CHAPTER TWO:
THE COMPUTER
CHAPTER THREE:
THE LOUNGE
CHAPTER FOUR:
THE CAFETERIA
CHAPTER FIVE:
THE PARTY
CHAPTER SIX:
LUNCH
CHAPTER
SEVEN:
MELISSA
WORRIES
CHAPTER
NINE:
THE TEMPLE
CHAPTER TEN:
RECRUITMENT
CHAPTER ELEVEN:
THE PLANNING
CHAPTER TWELVE:
OPERATION UNDERWAY
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN: OPERATION MOVED
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN: GLORIA
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN: THE DISCUSSION
GLOSSARY
Copyright
2007 Tom Alciere